MTL - Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter - v2 Chapter 1827 Linyan Chapter 11

Nan Qiao became a fake heiress, despised by her adoptive parents, and was sent back to her biological parents.Overnight, Nan Qiao transformed from a ridiculed fake heiress of a wealthy family to the true heiress of the richest family.Her parents adore her, and her brother pampers her, leading a life everyone envies.Does Qiao Qiao want to study? She can choose any prestigious school!Is Qiao Qiao bored? She can play with any company!Does Qiao Qiao want to drive? She can pick any luxury car!Does Qiao Qiao want to shop? She can swipe the black card at will!Does Qiao Qiao have an engagement? That's not allowed!Rumor has it that the powerful CEO Li Yihan is violent and moody.How can darling Qiao Qiao be with such a beast of a man? The engagement must be canceled.Li Yihan: Who said that? Arrest anyone who tries to sabotage the marriage.People: Mr. Li, didn't we agree that you're not violent?Some said Nan Qiao is not worthy of being the richest heiress, just a pretty face.Later, the designer is her, the medical genius is her, the investment prodigy is her, and the Li Madam is even more her.Wait a minute, she doesn't want this title!Li Yihan: This title is a must!The fiancé who came to cancel the engagement regretted it and clung to her every day.Qiao Qiao is bullied? Li Yihan captures the person, beats them until they kneel, and apologize to her.Qiao Qiao wants to work? Li Yihan gives her ten companies to choose from.Qiao Qiao has no jewelry? Li Yihan buys a room full of jewelry for her.Qiao Qiao has no high fashion? Li Yihan delivers all the world's high fashion to her doorstep.Qiao Qiao is mocked for canceling the engagement? Li Yihan steps forward: I was the one who was dumped, you all shouldn't spread rumors!

Jeanne was only 18 years old when her stepmother and step sister framed her and caused her to lose everything. She was thrown out of the house by her father for trying to resist.

7 years later, Jeanne came back for vengeance with a mysterious son by her side—George.

People mocked her for being a single mother and called her son a fatherless child.

“Who are you calling a fatherless child? You wouldn’t like me when I’m mad,” George threatened.

“Lay low, George! Don’t ruin the fun! I haven’t had enough,” Jeanne said as she wanted to enjoy her revenge, leaving the boy speechless.

Jeanne later met the infamous Fourth Master Swan at a charity ball. The man with the handsome looks and cold temperament called her to a corner and said, “I like you.”

Everyone was shocked, including Jeanne.

“I’m a single mother and I have a child. Are you sure you like me?” she said.

“I actually… like your child!”

Everyone else was shocked when Fourth Master Swan married Jeanne but only his sly self knew that he had gotten not one, but two, important players to this chess game that he was playing.

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.

Sixty Years ago, one middle aged man brought a Qilin that looked like a pug and a mandarin duck that looked exactly like a duck, walking into the Imperial City of the Central Plains for the first time.